I have two of me you see.
One of me is nice and full of glee.
Happy
Crazy
Wild
Fun
And free.
That's the me everyone wants to see.

The other one of me you see,
Is a bit sadder and doesn't have as much glee.
This other side of me
Keeps more to itself
And thinks about things.
Like,
Life
Love
Sadness
And Sleep.

One likes to make people smile.
The other likes to make people think.

One likes to sleep and sometimes feels weak.
The other is full of energy and laughs as it speaks.

Everyone loves the happy me,
But I'm not sure if it really is me.

I never understood how someone might
Think that the other me
Is more of a plight
That they need to fight.

I feel like one of me is a charade
That I'm tired of putting on
For the people who would leave me
If I wasn't always the happy one.

That fear is something that's hard for me to bare.
So what do I do?

I guess I'll sit down and try to think this through.........